After Miss O's bath tonight, as I was drying her off:
MISS O: BRRR!!! I'm freezing!
ME: Hold on... let me just dry off your hair--
MISS O: Well, hurry! My nipples are nipplefish cold!
Then, after dinner, as I was sitting down at the table to suck down a much-needed martooni...
MISS O: What's that?
ME: A martini. Do you want to smell it?
MISS O: Sure!
[she takes a whiff]
MISS O: MMMM!!!!
OLD LADY: You think it smells good?!
MISS O: Yeah! It smells like Purell!
5 comments:
there's nothing better than a nice glass of purell with your sautéed nipplefish.
Beautiful. Just freakin' beautiful. :-)
It's strange, but I think all my interactions with Miss O, lately, take the form of Bazooka Joe comics.
Brilliant. A Purell-tini! Drink a couple during cold and flu season to protect yourself from germs!
Miss O has no idea what she's stumbled across.
As a Bazooka Joe fan, I can only rejoice at a world reduced/elevated to it's haiku-like boundaries. Sensibilities, wharever.
I'm calling GOJO Industries - Juniper-scented Purell, a new summer bestseller.
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